I played as an assistant in ancient times

Chapter 293 Influence

"Men and women should not touch each other. Don't get any closer." Shen Xiaoye raised the thin stick that the little black cat had bitten and pressed it against Master Yi's shoulder to prevent him from getting any closer.

Master Yi looked at Madam Yuan and said in a low voice, "Let's go to the teahouse and talk alone."

Haha, do you feel ashamed to be seen? As a woman, wouldn't she be talked about even more? Madam Yuan gnashed her teeth, threw away her shame, and shouted loudly: "When Jiaer saw you for the first time, you were holding your wife and children in your arms, and you didn't even glance at her.

If she stood in front of you, would you recognize her? When you separated, you signed with your own handwriting that you did not want her sister's property. "

Master Yi tried to interrupt her several times, but Shen Xiaoye's thin stick moved around his neck, forcing him to retreat continuously.

What's even more terrifying is that the Shen family's son brought a little girl from somewhere, who was shouting at him, "Daddy, don't hit mommy," but it was obvious that she was not Jiaer.

This sudden reversal caused passers-by to stop and talk. Anyway, the capital city was very lively, and as long as the evening drum did not sound, everyone would enjoy watching.

Shen Xiaoye secretly gave a thumbs up to his cousin, and said to Master Yi: "A man cannot stand without integrity. Remember that your divorce agreement was signed in Shuntian Prefecture. If you have any objections, you might as well appeal to the three courts for a joint trial."

"If you feel you're being wronged, let's go to class and discuss the fact that you, a scholar, are only forty years old but you openly divorced your wife and remarried." Madam Yuan cooperated and walked towards Shen Cungeng, took the child from his arms and coaxed him.

At this time, some idle guy couldn't help laughing: "Pfft, hahaha, do we need to invite three judges to judge the divorce?

When will the trial begin? Let’s go and see for ourselves.”

Someone else agreed: "Brother, the Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice have already closed their offices, but the Censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate have been squatting in the streets all year round.

Otherwise, we can introduce you to them."

There were also people who spoke to Madam Yuan: "Madam, a day of marriage is a day of grace, it is not good to go to court, it is not good."

"Yeah, just bear with it and it will pass."

"You are so stupid, little girl. Just give the seed to whoever it belongs to."

"Look, he really doesn't even look at his daughter!"

Shen Xiaoye found that most of the people who advised Madam Yuan were women. She sighed and said to Master Yi, "Sister Jiaer is crying like a tearful person, Master Yi, why don't you take her over and comfort her?"

After saying this, he put away the stick. Master Yi couldn't stand being pointed at, so he ran away quickly.

The farce ended when Shen Cungeng bowed to passers-by and took his cousins ​​away.

After getting in the car, Shen Xiaoye discovered that there was an old man beside the car. He followed the car into an alley.

He took back his granddaughter who had stopped crying on her own initiative, accepted the silver given by Shen Cungeng without saying a word, and quickly ran into the alley in the alley with the child in his arms. The little girl even waved to a few people.

It seems that the cousin used money to persuade the grandfather and grandson to help.

When the mule cart turned out again, Madam Yuan took a breath and said, "Thank goodness I met you, otherwise I would have been harassed by him for a long time again today. The two children were also frightened by him forcibly carrying them into the cart last time.

Please stop at Dongshi Street. I am currently renting in Nanjuxianfang."

We are almost at the brother and sister’s destination, Renshou Renfang, it’s very close.

Shen Xiaoye and Shen Cungeng looked at each other and asked her, "Again? Is he so free? Why did you regret it?"

"Well, my relatives in my hometown found him and told me that my father and brother did not die at sea, but returned from the West in June on the royal treasure ship.

He must be worried about being retaliated against and wants to take back the two children as a shield. "Mrs. Yuan didn't think her guess was wrong.

She smiled bitterly and said, "The man sent by my father found me. I was just considering whether to go back to my hometown, but he came to me first.

Now it seems that I cannot go back to my hometown, because even if my father and brother are on my side, they will not be able to withstand the pressure and will return the two children to him.

If I stay in the capital, Mrs. Zhu's store here will also be affected by him, so I decided to accept Bian Xiaoqi's proposal and live in the countryside to avoid troubles."

Shen Cungeng was about to speak, but was stopped by his sister's shaking head. The three of them silently sent Madam Yuan back to her rented place.

Before leaving, Shen Xiaoye said, “Madam Yuan, I think he knows where you work.

If you are really troubled, come to my house and weave cloth for a while. Jiuli Village is sparsely populated and quiet.

Don't worry, there are many ways to go back to the village, you don't have to go through the county town."

Madam Yuan bowed and said, "I can still handle it. Thank you, Miss Shen."

The two siblings did not force it. On the way to leave, Shen Cungeng said, "Don't worry, Xiaoye, the whole family will check for you and will never let you find a husband with bad character."

"Do we have to get married?" Shen Xiaoye's question scared him, "No, Xiaoye, there are thousands of men in the world, we can choose a few more times."

Don't ever have such thoughts. Shen Cungeng kept this in mind, and when he went to the Lin family to meet Master Lin, he asked his sister to report in detail what she had seen and heard along the way and how the flowers were used.

He himself only added one or two sentences until Mr. Lin pointed out from the records that the border towns collected additional taxes because some people abused their power for personal gain. Only then did he listen attentively.

After the conversation, Shen Xiaoye declined and stayed for dinner, and kindly reminded him: "Mr. Lin, everything in Xuanda is related to the guards and is under the control of the Five Military Commandery. Once you submit your memorial, you will soon be out of control.

So I suggest that you discuss the following few sentences with His Majesty in private."

Scholar Lin nodded slightly, "The higher-ups will never report that it was the Shen family who was secretly exploring the border towns along the way.

As for private suggestions, if I say it today, it will spread like wildfire throughout the court tomorrow.

Everything will be determined after the memorial is submitted to your majesty to see whether he is willing to execute those who dare to interfere."

Shen Xiaoye sighed, imposing miscellaneous taxes and silver is like not governing the country from the beginning. After a few decades, it will be more difficult to govern such a huge court.

But she couldn't control these things. She hoped that her fourth uncle would be able to withstand the pressure when he became an official in the future.

Shen Changsui, whom she had high hopes for, had returned home to inspect the newly woven cloth.

The dozen or so new looms in the family were not placed outside the county town because there was no suitable house near the newly purchased fields. Instead, they were all arranged in Jiuli Village, and skilled weavers nearby were hired to work on them.

Aunt Huang discovered that there was something wrong with the cloth woven in recent days, so she called him home to find out the reason.

"We pay enough and don't treat people harshly. Everyone works hard in weaving cloth. There is no such thing as someone intentionally wasting cotton thread." Mrs. Lin first communicated with her youngest son.

Shen Changsui nodded: "Mom, I know.

The fabric is pilling and uneven, which may be caused by the recent dry winds.

Just like dyeing, weaving is also affected by the weather.”

"What's going on?" Lin and Huang, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, most wanted the loom to produce more cloth.

Because this batch of cotton wool was the best that the boss picked out in Tianjin, the price per pound was not more than 20 cents, but more than 30 cents.

If we don’t finish weaving the several hundred taels of inventory quickly, next year’s business will be affected.

Huang said, "Tell me quickly, I will go to the loom to correct it, and if it succeeds I will call everyone back to work."